They say
Conform
to the norm
Just shut up
And go along

They say
The world is
Not kind
To differences
So fall in line

They say
Stand up
Assert, assert
Be alert
Hate is going
To take you

I say
**** ‘em, **** it
I’m gonna make it
In my own way

I say
It’s a mistake
To think
Sweet means weak
Or
Kind means blind
Because I see it all
And still choose to lose
Sometimes
Because that’s love
I am for real

Consideration for others
    is an act of generosity -- how thoughtful!
Conforming to others
    is an act of suicide -- how awful!
Don't **** yourself for the approval
    of others or their opinions and views.
You're worth so much more
    than what they say or think of you.
Just be Yourself

    @desire.is.dope
    2-24-19
    0149HRS

ordinary is arbitrary
different is normal
fitting in means invisible
so avoid the conformal

distinct gets you noticed
so who wants to be equal
I'd rather be original
than anybody's sequel

you are of more value
when socially unacceptable
blending in is deadly
out of step is pref'rable

so when stuck in a crowd
decide what's more valuable
will you run with the herd
or dance to the eternal

So many labels
So many versions of this same conformity
Why can't we just be who we want to be
And leave the details up to me

Everyone is entitled to live
and just survive.
Everyone deserves the world
but not at the cost of his soul.
Everyone should be happy with themselves,
not change to please the masses.
Everyone should be proud to stand out
feeling no need to fall in line of conformity.

How is it that when I try live my life
Try to love my life
I always end up saving others
at the cost
of losing myself...?

my consciousness pleads with me

"have mercy on thy soul"

who are we if we cannot simply be

the consequences of conformity have began to take their toll

Chaos and free,
judged are we who don’t conform
to your views of reality.

With society’s broken ideology.

A pretty face in a magazine,
stitched together with fake
believes, judged for not being
pretty enough,
Photoshop can’t fix me.

Oddly enough you think I am
odd because you don’t see like me.

My mind you say is broke
because I don’t think like you.
You act like everyone should be
the same,
if one goes off frame,
their judged for not sticking
to your guns and your filming rules.
Are no joke.

Such hatred you reflect,
yet you won’t admit you are
the ugly and bad,
not me.
You make me choke.

Ideology.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

My Baby:
Don't be too quiet yet don't be too shrill,
Don't be too restless, but neither too still,
Please grow up hardy, yet soft to the touch,
Not seeking too little, nor asking too much.

Years later …

My Child:
Don't be precocious, yet don't be too shy,
The middle-sized apple of you father’s eye,
Don't be too forthright, nor keep to yourself,
Don't be too daring; but care for your health.

Years later …

My Son:
Don't aim too high, nor get stuck in a hole,
Nor hang back if offered an uninspired role,
Please don't take the high road or even the low,
The main road is best ... not too fast or too slow.

Years later …

My Epitaph:
Here lies a man, who knew how to conform,
Who never left harbour, for fear of a storm,
Avoiding the hot and the cold for lukewarm,
In loving, but not too loving, memory,
Of your only son ... Norm.